February 2012
17 posts
“Don’t you just love New York in the fall?”
– Kathleen Kelly, You’ve Got Mail
“I am here to seduce you into a love of life; to help you to become a little more...”
– Bhagwan Shree Rajneesh
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“It is evident that one must travel.”
– Voltaire | Candide (via blogut)
Housemate: I refuse to watch the game with a fan of either team.
Me: Well, I'm not a legit Giants fan.
Housemate: Really? I couldn't tell. You just almost called it a basketball game.
January 2012
34 posts
Stale and stagnant. The glass of water sitting on the nightstand, half full, half empty, watching the blinds while the sun rises behind. It had been a long night of tossing and turning. Dreams on the brink of nightmares. I can’t sleep enough. I sleep too much. I cried on the sidewalk twice last week. Both under the cover of night, one in the grip of sheer joy and one in the throws of sheer...
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“the languages of love.
mine will be memory. i will remember + record.
b/c i won’t be good at voicing the i love you’s, the kind words. i won’t offer up compliments freely, and i won’t take them humbly. but i’ll remember it all. your shoes. the cut of the light across the floor.”
- meg fee | the wild + wily ways of a brunette bombshell
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“If it is right, it happens—The main thing is not to hurry. Nothing good gets...”
– John Steinbeck (via rulesformyunbornson)
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Dogfish | Mary Oliver
Some kind of relaxed and beautiful thing kept flickering in with the tide and looking around. Black as a fisherman’s boot, with a white belly. If you asked for a picture I would have to draw a smile under the perfectly round eyes and above the chin, which was rough as a thousand sharpened nails. And you know what a smile means, don’t you? * I wanted the past to go away, I wanted to leave it,...
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“Cherish your solitude. Take train rides by yourself to places you have never...”
– Eve Ensler
“Almost always, the creative dedicated minority has made the world better.”
– Dr. Martin Luther King, Jr.
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Letters I'll Never Send: #1
I would like to join the Peace Corps in my sixties or fifties or whenever it is that the days begin to feel routine and comfortable. Too comfortable. I don’t know if I mentioned this already. Or if you mentioned it and I closed my mouth - wondering how it would sound if I said “me too.” Desperate; decided all at once. So I didn’t say a word.
Again and again. I didn’t...
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I finally moved in today. A year later, shy a few days, but only a few. Nailed the world above my bed and brewed afternoon coffee. Wrapped my hands around it and took a deep breath. Start here, start today. Fill it with goodness, fill it with heart.
Last year will go without recap. At least for now. This urge to move forward, I’ll throw myself across the threshold but then dig in my heals....
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i am running into a new year and the old years blow back like a wind that i catch in my hair like strong fingers like all my old promises and it will be hard to let go of what i said to myself about myself when i was sixteen and twenty-six and thirty-six even thirty-six but i am running into a new year and i beg what i love and i leave to forgive me
- lucille clifton (via texturism)
oh hey there. (via brunch in april)
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I watched the second hand tick towards early dismissal, in sync with the sound of the copier. She walked into the back room with a stack of charts and placed them in the file cart. “Don’t touch these. Not ‘til next year.” She had an edge and a soft spot. The work got the edge; I got the soft spot. “You must be excited to leave,” she eyed the clock....
